[ he's already tugged close to jason via his tiny waist please they cant hover this close by when he has broken ribs. but lup beats him to :| about the joke, but he is also >:| ]
The thing about kicking your ass still stands, don't test me. [ :T ] How'd you go from shark fighting as a lifeguard to getting a husband?
[He doesn't look mad or upset, but exasperatedly resigned, almost rolling his eyes in a way. Okay, okay... Can't tell shitty jokes about the suffering, he gets it.
He has one arm around Cloud's waist, the other goes around Lup's shoulders. He draws them both in anyway so he can kind of give each one a nuzzle in turn. Then he leans back.]
...Woke up in a chair on a dating game. [He hates this.] Yuri was one of three contestants, but couldn't remember anything, I don't think. He thought it was real. The other two were...
[Well, anyway.]
I had three questions to figure out who was real and who was fake while the psychotic skeleton audience watched.
[the nuzzle mollifies her. for now. she shifts to make sure he's got pillows for his back and is comfortable before she settles close where he's got her pulled in.]
That sounds horrific. [she says, maybe a bit dryly.] ... Do I even want to ask who the other two were?
[ cloud's trying not to move too much so as not to jostle jason? his ribs? so lup can take care of fussing. he is also a little mollified by nuzzles. i hate this week. ]
Better question is, what was going to happen to whoever you declared fake? [ he knows how terrible game shows go!!! he doesn't, but he can guess. ]
[Please stop babying him. Not because he hates it (he does), but because he doesn't deserve it.
He actually... gets kinda sober about it. His eyes shift... to Cloud sort of pointedly, and then he quickly averts his gaze. Quietly:] ...Cloud. [There's no point in keeping things.]
And Sylvain.
[It takes him a bit to answer the last question. He won't look at either of them.]
[y'all are crazy for not liking to be babied it's great
regardless, though - she's quiet, for a moment.]
... It wasn't real. [she knows jason knows. she's reassuring all three of them, though. she rests her head on jason's shoulder and reaches to take cloud's hand.]
oh he was also there to die in jason's cyoa. he is not sure how he feels about that. mostly in the sense he does not like being used to make people feel bad? he lets lup grab his hand and squeezes it back with a frown ]
... You got Yuri out, right? [ that's really what matters, cloud thinks, because he is right here and not dead and he... places a hand over jason's on his waist as a kind of "see? totally fine" even though he knows the visual of seeing people die still sucks even when it is not real. ]
[He sort of bumps Lup's head affectionately with his chin as a way to get her to stop being sad about it even if that's very valid of her.]
Yeah. You and Sylvain... acted mostly like yourselves, but. It just felt... off. You were going along with it no matter what I said, your answers were short. I don't know.
[He shakes his head a bit.]
They weren't satisfied with the win, though. Said we could go anywhere together as our prize, but didn't like our hotel answer. So they through us in a pit below with someone Yuri knew. [Tiredly:] She was injured, but apparently every time she sighs, monsters appear. So you can guess what happened.
[ very proud of jason for identifying a fake cloud ("cloud can't even identify that he is a fake cloud" we don't talk about that), letting the two of them nuzzle ]
Hotel would've been too easy an answer. [ he agrees! and, also: ] How did you guys manage to get out?
Just one monster. [He sounds tired.] It was a big one. Looked like—a dinosaur? A giant lizard with spikes. Started charging something up while we grabbed the girl and ran.
Got to a dead end. There were two doors. The hotel, and… a mansion with Harrow and Hua Cheng. I gave the girl to Yuri and told them to go to the hotel, and I went through the other, but he followed me.
The charging thing? Beam of something got us both in the back as we went through.
[Maybe she did hallucinate it... He sort of hits Cloud very pathetically on the chest with the back of his hand, like a scold that he can't even bring himself to do.]
You mean the type? An impala? The damn thing is what busted through the mansion and hit all four of us. Some woman wearing white was driving. She kept yelling about--wait, let me back up. Where was I?
We could hear the host, or narrator, or whatever talking to the skeleton audience about our contract for more seasons. Harrow found a note with a list of ideas for each one from twenty-eight on. The bottom said, "End the show to go home," or something. So we decided to start doing what they didn't want to see to get them to leave. The audience.
That's when the bitch in white drove in and hit us.
Yes, the type. The monster hunting bullshit and the car just made me think of the first round of the station, is all.
[huffs. anyway, she listens to the rest of jason's explanation.]
... End the show to go home. [she says, thoughtfully. she also did this in the curfew thread later but when he says the car hit them she rests her head on jason's chest to listen to him breathe again for a second. no crackles >:(]
[ season 28 of supernatural made me scream. anyway, clouds frowning in concern again but Lup's got it, so. It's fine. maybe end the show means something or maybe not, but he decides to think about it later ]
... Explains the broken bones. [ plural. ] So, what, you guys got her out of the car and stole it?
She got out of the car herself. [Said in the "let me make myself clear" way.] She spent the whole time yelling at us about how she pays our paycheck, and she can't lose her views and her audience.
She wanted us to get our acts together. You know, typical Hollywood bullshit. [Wait, do they know Hollywood? He sighs.] Movie and acting stuff.
I fell beside the car because I rolled up over it, so I don't think she could see me. So I snuck into the car, cranked it up, and then ran her over. Most of the audience was leaving by then. She wasn't dead, of course. We just had to book it.
[the answer to that question is lup knows what hollywood is when it's funny for her to know]
Is that when you all got out? [...] I hope uh - see, usually these places are not one to one on our experiences in whatever horror house we've found ourselves in. I hope that's still the case here because if some random audience is watching us do all this I'd lose my marbles.
[she doesn't think that's the case necessarily, just. you know.]
[ he has to point it out. he also has to kind of lean into Jason's hold because it's affection week and he hates this entire thing. (he does not know what Hollywood is. unrelated.) ]
Yeah. [To Lup, about getting out.] I mean... We're entertainment, right? I wouldn't be surprised if we were being watched. Didn't they find, like, cameras and stuff in security?
I get that might be for "hotel safety" purposes, but--it sounds like we're entertainment.
[Thinking about Robowest and Tiki........being watched by aliens. He was not there, though, and cannot make this inference.]
Sure, but I figured that was how the staff was watching us, not... you know, that we're all fucked up versions of Truman Burbank.
[she figures she does not also have to say she's glad they got out. obviously she is, considering she hasn't moved from jason's side for like an hour.]
There were cameras set up for everything, but the "worker" watching was a shadow, not the staff. [ he's the they from security. it's him. ] Thought it was like... an extension of the Nightman, maybe.
[ he doesn't even ask who truman is. he's given up on references. ]
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The thing about kicking your ass still stands, don't test me. [ :T ] How'd you go from shark fighting as a lifeguard to getting a husband?
[ that is the one thing he overheard ]
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He has one arm around Cloud's waist, the other goes around Lup's shoulders. He draws them both in anyway so he can kind of give each one a nuzzle in turn. Then he leans back.]
...Woke up in a chair on a dating game. [He hates this.] Yuri was one of three contestants, but couldn't remember anything, I don't think. He thought it was real. The other two were...
[Well, anyway.]
I had three questions to figure out who was real and who was fake while the psychotic skeleton audience watched.
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That sounds horrific. [she says, maybe a bit dryly.] ... Do I even want to ask who the other two were?
[sue her, she's curious.]
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Better question is, what was going to happen to whoever you declared fake? [ he knows how terrible game shows go!!! he doesn't, but he can guess. ]
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He actually... gets kinda sober about it. His eyes shift... to Cloud sort of pointedly, and then he quickly averts his gaze. Quietly:] ...Cloud. [There's no point in keeping things.]
And Sylvain.
[It takes him a bit to answer the last question. He won't look at either of them.]
They beheaded them.
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regardless, though - she's quiet, for a moment.]
... It wasn't real. [she knows jason knows. she's reassuring all three of them, though. she rests her head on jason's shoulder and reaches to take cloud's hand.]
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oh he was also there to die in jason's cyoa. he is not sure how he feels about that. mostly in the sense he does not like being used to make people feel bad? he lets lup grab his hand and squeezes it back with a frown ]
... You got Yuri out, right? [ that's really what matters, cloud thinks, because he is right here and not dead and he... places a hand over jason's on his waist as a kind of "see? totally fine" even though he knows the visual of seeing people die still sucks even when it is not real. ]
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[He sort of bumps Lup's head affectionately with his chin as a way to get her to stop being sad about it even if that's very valid of her.]
Yeah. You and Sylvain... acted mostly like yourselves, but. It just felt... off. You were going along with it no matter what I said, your answers were short. I don't know.
[He shakes his head a bit.]
They weren't satisfied with the win, though. Said we could go anywhere together as our prize, but didn't like our hotel answer. So they through us in a pit below with someone Yuri knew. [Tiredly:] She was injured, but apparently every time she sighs, monsters appear. So you can guess what happened.
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[she says, vaguely annoyed. she noses absently at jason's jaw.]
I guess monsters appeared. Did they fuck you up worse? [how did you get out of the pit...]
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Hotel would've been too easy an answer. [ he agrees! and, also: ] How did you guys manage to get out?
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Got to a dead end. There were two doors. The hotel, and… a mansion with Harrow and Hua Cheng. I gave the girl to Yuri and told them to go to the hotel, and I went through the other, but he followed me.
The charging thing? Beam of something got us both in the back as we went through.
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The car?
[ henwo? ]
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[He raises a brow. Parroting:]
The car?
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[she says this flatly.] It was the wrong color, but a guy from the first round of murdering at the station had one of those. He got killed in it.
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[ shut up cloud all your cars are made in shinra ]
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You mean the type? An impala? The damn thing is what busted through the mansion and hit all four of us. Some woman wearing white was driving. She kept yelling about--wait, let me back up. Where was I?
We could hear the host, or narrator, or whatever talking to the skeleton audience about our contract for more seasons. Harrow found a note with a list of ideas for each one from twenty-eight on. The bottom said, "End the show to go home," or something. So we decided to start doing what they didn't want to see to get them to leave. The audience.
That's when the bitch in white drove in and hit us.
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[huffs. anyway, she listens to the rest of jason's explanation.]
... End the show to go home. [she says, thoughtfully. she also did this in the curfew thread later but when he says the car hit them she rests her head on jason's chest to listen to him breathe again for a second. no crackles >:(]
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... Explains the broken bones. [ plural. ] So, what, you guys got her out of the car and stole it?
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She wanted us to get our acts together. You know, typical Hollywood bullshit. [Wait, do they know Hollywood? He sighs.] Movie and acting stuff.
I fell beside the car because I rolled up over it, so I don't think she could see me. So I snuck into the car, cranked it up, and then ran her over. Most of the audience was leaving by then. She wasn't dead, of course. We just had to book it.
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Is that when you all got out? [...] I hope uh - see, usually these places are not one to one on our experiences in whatever horror house we've found ourselves in. I hope that's still the case here because if some random audience is watching us do all this I'd lose my marbles.
[she doesn't think that's the case necessarily, just. you know.]
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[ he has to point it out. he also has to kind of lean into Jason's hold because it's affection week and he hates this entire thing. (he does not know what Hollywood is. unrelated.) ]
... Glad you got out before season 28.
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I get that might be for "hotel safety" purposes, but--it sounds like we're entertainment.
[Thinking about Robowest and Tiki........being watched by aliens. He was not there, though, and cannot make this inference.]
Glad we did, too.
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[she figures she does not also have to say she's glad they got out. obviously she is, considering she hasn't moved from jason's side for like an hour.]
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[ he doesn't even ask who truman is. he's given up on references. ]
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